Behind the Maidenhair (Forget-me-Not)
At the end of our story,
I give you carnation of stripe,
A handkerchief for memories,
And for the tears that it should wipe.
For all good things must end,
As a rose is sold for sage.
For I am but a white bud,
(We are) Yet to come of age.
As we hide behind the maidenhair,
I must admit my prayer.
Please forget-me-not (I’ll remember you),
And that you’ll know I care.
That my days will be of Zinnia,
Constant as bluebell,
After this fateful day
Where I wish you farewell.
- 2013 Melody Tadeo, Floral Notebooks collection, posted May 7, 2015
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